The Magician of Clow

Chapter 700 The Birth of the Mystery of Existence

Don't know when to appear, don't know when to exist,
From the moment the night battle world started, every once in a while, the age is uncertain, the candidates are unknown, the specific ability that will awaken in a specific existence is far beyond the common sense and incredible. Extraordinary power!

And generally speaking,

Under no special circumstances, in an era, generally only one existence with extraordinary power is active.

Of course, before this law is completely broken,
Not without exception.

Although she has lived for a long time, a woman who is still very young since she became conscious is sitting on the top of a particularly large sycamore tree. Looking at the people who formed a large tribe called the 'nation' on the river plains far away, they were smelting bronze with primitive and backward methods.

She has scarlet hair and nails.

Too many thoughts and emotions that are out of date is not a good thing.

After she understood this truth, she still felt that the simple days before were better.

A cute bird with three heads and six tails, a crane pecked by a pure white bird with flaming red feathers only on one foot, a pheasant with beautiful colors and a beautiful posture, and a hawk with two legs that resemble people. Beside her, perched on this huge sycamore.

But she still felt a deep sense of loneliness.

Sooner or later, they will disappear into the long river of time in the future, and will be regarded as myths by future generations.
Maybe myself too.

"It's really lonely just thinking about it, don't you think?"

She bit Zhu Guo with her mouth, stretched out her hands and raised the one-legged crane beside her, and the bird rubbed her hand with a submissive cry.

This made her take a long sigh.

It is not a very good thing if a being has wisdom and understanding beyond the group it belongs to, or even beyond the age.
Because that also means that no one can understand what you think,
It's like she doesn't have a partner to talk to now.

Even the most powerful humans in those countries can't do it, because in her eyes, those people are still in a state of just starting their life form, and they can't be a pleasant chat with companions.
They will probably only enshrine themselves as some kind of auspiciousness and gods.

Having been to many places in the world, she doesn't want to try again.

Go to a place to be confessed once, go to a place to be confessed once, the difference is that people call her differently.

".Why did you choose me?"

Different from the ignorance that she should have been, from the awakening obtained from the unknown existence who occasionally throws herself to another place and endows herself with these, she gave birth to a thinking and emotion that does not belong to this era.

Living in an age that is even older than ancient times, almost a mythical age, she looks at the colorful feathers on her body made of birds and even her own tail feathers. Throwing this piece to those people will definitely be regarded as incredible. Clothes that are enshrined in sacred objects,

She just sighed helplessly and shook her head, looking at her snow-white body, although she didn't care, but...
"It's not feathers. It's not animal skins. I still really want to wear those beautiful and comfortable clothes."

For a moment when I lowered my head, I saw some traces of drying out on the branches of the plane tree below me.
Then she casually stretched out her hand and placed it on the small piece of tree bark that was only slightly dry.
There has been new life there, and even shoots have grown.

It was not a cure or a cure. What appeared in her hands was the higher-level power that was given to her, the power of the essence called 'life', which made her even become the power from this appearance.

But too much power beyond common sense is not a good thing.

It seems to be similar to the power that appeared in her body, she vaguely perceives that in a world that is still small but not good, there is also a similar 'what' was born,

It's like giving the world at the moment, there are more and more people, animals, more and more lively
Made a 'symbol' like that.

But no matter those indifferent things, she feels a little bored at the moment. When it was not like this before, she didn't have such boring emotions. Every day is a normal life and habitat, and she can't feel anything else at all.

So too many thoughts and emotions that are beyond the times is not a good thing.

Sitting on this sycamore tree, which she obviously liked the most before and can stay for a day, she was bored and shook the snow-white legs under her feather dress, thinking about what she should do.

Waiting for that strange thing to pull itself to a place I don't know where again, to see the places and times where the ancient mythical creatures who have disappeared lived,

By the way, clean up some 'darkness' that I don't know what it is.

She predicted that she should have to wait seventeen days for the sun to rise this time.

"It's so long. It's really boring."

Muttering softly to herself, she closed her eyes and decided to sleep for a while.
Suddenly there was a commotion!

"what!"

Ok?
Male human voice?

Compared with the snow-white and smooth skin, the slightly curly tips of the vermilion feathers, the fiery red condensed eyes opened strangely without pupils, and she looked in the direction behind her.

Then I saw a man wearing a black robe with exquisite embroidery, symbolizing the water movement in the yin and yang, and wearing long boots, holding a long sword pretending to be suicide, looking at the scene in front of him with a stunned expression.
The lush greenery is prosperous, overflowing with vitality, the luxuriant canopy of the tree that exceeds ten meters is blown by the breeze, and the imaginary emerald green shavings are overflowing, and the vermilion red transcends human imagination. The female figure sits on the branch, and the birds perch beside her. .

This is probably a scene that he will never forget for the rest of his life.

It's just the beauty and fantasy of this moment that he can't forget.
At the next moment, the figure sitting on the huge sycamore tree seemed to have seen something pleasantly surprised, and charged towards him with shining eyes, and his long scarlet nails clearly grabbed towards the target!

"clothing!!!"

Almost at the same time, let him understand what it means to be like life as first seen and.
Forget the past.
　In order to fill in the background of the pit writing, the only thing I can tell you is that the character in this picture has never appeared, but you can guess who he is through the description in that sentence, and it is time to test your knowledge.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)